Pasture Pranks.... a little fluff for a grey day

When we first arrived last year there was a solid wall of green starting about 30 feet from the back of the house. It was mostly scrub; alders, willow a few decent old apples, and a lot of coppiced maple and ash that had been cut a couple of years ago. 

So we fenced out the trees we wanted to keep.
Next we cleared some of the brush, then the goats cleared a lot of brush,  and for
the winter there was a large pile of brush down at the lower part
of the
pasture.

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This brush pile was a great source of enjoyment for EVERYBODY! The goats ate parts of the brush pile when they were bored. They played king of the mountain when they finished eating. Once, Ivan even won king of the mountain!

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Now that spring is finally here the brush pile had to go. In order to start making the pastures real pastures, you know with grass and stuff, the pile had to go. Last night Gary and Reiley burnt the brush pile.
It was a great fire, enjoyed by all. Even Ivan figured out that if he stood in the smoke the blackfies wouldn't come near.
So what is a goat to do? There are a few medium size rocks in the pasture but nothing like the brushpile. Unless....
Unless you are a little goat. Then scale is much different. Medium size rocks become big rocks.. but nothing is bigger than...IVAN!!

Yep. The babies spent the entire afternoon climbing all over poor Ivan! He took in stride though, mostly just layed there chewing his cud.
You don`t get that in a cubicle. I love homestead living.
Talk to you tomorrow!